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Becca: Does it ever go away?

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Nat: No, I don't think it does. Not for me, it hasn't - has gone on for eleven years. But it changes though.

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Becca: How?

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Nat: I don't know... the weight of it, I guess. At some point, it becomes bearable. It turns into something that you can crawl out from under and... carry around like a brick in your pocket. And you... you even forget it, for a while. But then you reach in for whatever reason and - there it is. Oh right, that. Which could be awful - not all the time. It's kinda...

[deep breath]

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Nat: not that you'd like it exactly, but it's what you've got instead of your son. So, you carry it around. And uh... it doesn't go away. Which is...

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Becca: Which is what?

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Nat: Fine, actually.

from.... Rabbit Hole (2010) David Lindsay-Abaire (screenplay),
David Lindsay-Abaire (based on his play: "Rabbit Hole")           

personal note: after I saw this movie, I was so moved by this scene and this interaction I emailed the playwrite, David Lindsay-Abaire to tell him how much his writing moved me.  I was surprised when he emailed back and thanked me for sharing my personal story of grief.

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